The Wind
When I was a little girl there was one fear that stuck out among others. Storms. More than anything the wind, it worried me. It gave me that "uneasy" feeling in my tummy. On the other side of one wall of my room is the porch. My porch is sort of closed in so when the wind would swirl around inside the porch it caused a howling sound. Which scared the living day-lights out of me because it sounded like a tornado. Tornadoes were probably my biggest fear of all, next to being away from my mama. As I've stated recently, things are changing in my life. Even my association with the wind is changing. Now, on any given day (that my hair isn't supposed to look good) you'll find me with the windows rolled down in my car. Feeling the wind against my face is like a kiss on the cheek from God himself. Hearing the wind howl at night is like hearing God speak directly to me. When life is complicated and the uneasy feeling is there, all it takes is feeling the wind to remind me t...